Prisca and I met at Dance Complex in Cambridge for our first Salsa class. "I'm kaki bangku, you know that, right?" I asked Prisca as we sat on hard-bench at reception area at the complex. As we taking off the winter boots and putting more comfortable shoes, we watched a rather heavy traffic on the stairways. Men and women in various types of dancing gears ran, jogged, trotted, limped, strutted and swayed their way up and down the stairs.
"Don't worry, I have two left foot too, and I don't think we are alone."
She was absolutely right. When Matie, our instructor asked us how many of us are beginners? 2/3 of us raised our hands.
The thing with salsa is, you don't have to know the step, as soon as you hear the salsa song, your body immediately responds to the rhythm, even you have two left foot (When I said you, I meant ME).
One hour later, I learned to move my right foot and left foot: front, back, right and left. But when I looked into the mirror I couldn't help laughing at myself, my stiffed upper body like a cardboard. But hey, I survived the first class.
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